Welcome to my blog created on Mother's Day 2010, after receiving a Stage3 breast cancer diagnosis. I posted daily for one year through "cancer camp." If you are a new member of the Sisterhood of Cancerous Breasts, I bow to you Sister, you may want to read from the beginning. If you are already a Follower, thank you Dear Reader, for your sweet company. Come in, make yourself comfy, and I will tell you a story. with love and faith, Writergirldreams

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

I have so much to tell you about, almost one month out from my DIEP breast reconstruction. Wow, hardest slowest month ever. I thank you so much for all your love and support during a challenging recovery, and will be blogging about it this week.

I wanted to share this with you though, another Sister, a famous Sister, who was not diagnosed but I still regard her as part of our sorority. She took her health into her own hands with the fearlessness she has always been known for, and then spoke about it! Bravo! Bravo!

I applaud you Angelina, for your practical, brave decision, nevertheless it made me very sad. Of course, when faced with the decision between our breasts and our lives, we choose life. We choose life.

That is not to say it makes losing your breasts any easier, even with all the love and support we receive from the men who love us, and the plastic surgery options available for reconstruction.

Early prevention is just not enough.

It hurts every time I hear of another woman whose breasts are butchered and altered because of breast cancer. Not to mention all those who die from breast cancer every year, despite our best efforts and advances in treatment.

ACS Relay for Life, Vallejo

When problems are seen as opportunities, adversity seen as a good education, and the belief that every single thing that happens in your life is connected to a larger unfolding good, no more problems, just transformation, embracing this fragile glorious imperfect life where every step, even the wrong step, is on the path and leads to growth and grace. So chill baby. You got this. writergirldreams